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"he made her walk with him for hours, because he couldn't bear this to stop and he was so anxious that in the morning the magic would be gone and never come back." Melvin Burgess

I have had a stupidly good 24 hrs, and my weekend is only half-over.

didja know? Huntington's disease decreases your brain's ability to recognize dangerous/disgust-provoking things. like, not shying away from the leper embrace or blithely walking into the angry-scorpion chamber. Tourette's does the same thing; it diminishes our socially- and genetically-prompted safeguards.

also, mice, even when raised among non-genetically-related mice, will not fuck their genetically-related mice-kin when reintroduced. it's a scent thing. creatures that smell too familiar, on a completely basic and chromosomal level, pose potential genetic issues. however, the incest taboo is almost but not completely universal, I learned today. in a certain part of India, for instance, grandparents can and regularly do wed their grandkids.

on the way here I passed an open-doored pub with a band playing a very competent rendition of "the weight." this was within ten minutes of finishing an especially sweaty lindy class, ferociously kissing my dumb cats, and being told by a stranger I had "really awesome hair." I walked here with a lilt, smiling at everything, with "rolled into Nazareth" in my head.

earlier today I was at pike place. there was a dollar bill on the floor. "is this your dollar?" I asked a nearby guy who was in the middle of photographing his kids. he was, in retrospect, understandably startled. who does that? well, I guess I do. I walked off to him saying "yeah, I guess so..."

I am using my powers for good.

-the dumpster by neumo's. I love the hand-beast.
-8th and Seneca. when I moved to seattle in 2002 I lived a block from here. this was an ~8 story grimy brick apartment building until 2009, when it was reduced to what it still is today.
I liked living on pill hill. you were close to everything but colossally inconvenienced in unexpected ways.
-toilet paper, 1st and Stewart.
-freeway park. every town should have a freeway park. ominous, beautiful, near-yet-removed, perfect for both poetry and assault. I fucking love it. but I don't walk through it at night.
-squashed something.

I was grinning like a fucking loon earlier. I was practically LEERING. I was walking down broadway and the sun was orangely poking through the sodden clouds, and people walking past me were giving me double takes. I probably looked fucking high. everyone smiled back, the same way one can't help but laugh when someone's laughing hysterically.
last weekend was so dismal; it's fucking delightful to feel giddy and optimistic again, god damn it.